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"Big" in the sense of weight, you know li...d church, I'ma need a suit ...I'ma need a coup ...I won't need a roof ...Didn't wear a bulletproof ...ind eyes could look at me and see the trut...Winter hating on me cause ...sh, and watch it go down the drain quick ...Like a paraplegia ...In a red and yellow thin...I suck a pussy ...Fuck a pussy ...A Molotov Cocktail ...Stare at my wardrobe ...Opposite of soft ...Gimme any amount of time ...At the funeral parlor ...Dripping tears down my sleeve ...Gimme any amount of time

But I'll meet you at the election ...I vote for the hope of this land ...Just take a good look around yo...The ghettos begin at your feet ...And there's a family of six through a window ...Looking way down at you on the street ...A funeral was held in the winter ...A thoughand tears on a napkin ...While waving away at the hearse ...But I'll meet you at the election ...I vote for the hope of this land

He had a blue wing tattooed ... it might have been a bluebird, I don't k... cellmate there was a Little Willy John...Willie, he was once a great blues singer...Willie wrote him up a song...but I look at this blue wing when...on a poor man's dreams...blue wing in August of 1963... apples in the town of Wenatchee...And then winter finally caught him in a rundown trailer par...on the south side of Seattle where the d...drank and he dreamt a vision of when the seven stil...now, it's broken down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison win... drank his way to L.A., and that's where ... I dreamt there was a funeral; a preacher and a cheap pine box

He had a blue wing tattooed ... it might have been a bluebird, I don't k... cellmate there was a Little Willy John...Willie, he was once a great blues singer...Willie wrote him up a song...but I look at this blue wing when...on a poor man's dreams...blue wing in August of 1963... apples in the town of Wenatchee...And then winter finally caught him in a rundown trailer par...on the south side of Seattle where the d...drank and he dreamt a vision of when the seven stil...now, it's broken down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison win... drank his way to L.A., and that's where ... I dreamt there was a funeral; a preacher and a cheap pine box

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He had a blue wing tattooed ... it might have been a bluebird, I don't k... cellmate there was a Little Willy John...Willie, he was once a great blues singer...Willie wrote him up a song...but I look at this blue wing when...on a poor man's dreams...blue wing in August of 1963... apples in the town of Wenatchee...And then winter finally caught him in a rundown trailer par...on the south side of Seattle where the d...drank and he dreamt a vision of when the seven stil...now, it's broken down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison win... drank his way to L.A., and that's where ... I dreamt there was a funeral; a preacher and a cheap pine box